Chapter 1: Cliché
It's been three months. I can try to lie to myself, like I have been for the longest time, but I don't even believe me anymore.
It's been three months, and he doesn't know I exist. It sounds rather cliché of me to say, but it's the only way I can say it. Three months, without one awkward word said between us or at least a bump on the shoulder when we pass in the hallways. The bell ringing every day that ends lunch is a major reality check. It ends the only time in the day when I can just look at him.
Edward Cullen is the eye candy of high school, the god of goddesses. Every single girl in Forks high was drooling all over him. It was funny, actually, until I realized I was one of those girls. He was toned, and I melted the second my eyes met his molten amber ones. They were excruciatingly beautiful to look at.
'Ringgggg.'
It was that major reality check I'm talking about. I broke out of my daze, and walked to my class.
Here comes the second most cliché thing I could ever say. I love Edward Cullen, and he doesn't even know I exist.